LEILA
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My gut clenched.
A familiar, sharp pain.
Seeing him.
Seeing him like that, happy with her, after everything.
A sigh escaped me, long and shaky, filled with a cocktail of exhaustion, pain, and something that felt suspiciously like jealousy.
Goddamn it.
I hit my phone on the desk, not hard enough to break it, but hard enough to make the wood protest.
Rolled my eyes, a physical show of my frustration.
Why did they have to be everywhere?
Why did he have to look so okay?
So happy?
“Breathe, Leila,” I muttered to myself, the words a mantra, a desperate attempt to regain control over my runaway emotions.
Just breathe.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the simple act of inhaling, exhaling and pushing back the image and the feeling it evoked.
A soft knock on my office d
